Siren Blade

Chapter 2 The Devil
I was in great confusion, but confusion is no good, and I tried to organize my disorganized thoughts as best I could, summarizing the strange events that had happened to me before:
First of all, I took the train today and arrived at the unnamed mountain that made the front table disappear five years ago;
Then, on the way to climb the mountain, I accidentally walked into the woods far away from the mountain road, and the time jumped into the middle of the night for some reason. Not long after, I met the mysterious black shadow monster and was brutally killed by him with a giant axe;
In the end, everything that happened above was canceled due to mysterious time regression, and I woke up again on the train to the unnamed mountain.

I pulled out my phone to check the date and time displayed on it, and then connected to the Internet to confirm that the date and time displayed on the phone had not been tampered with.Although I don't expect anyone to tamper with the mobile phone of an ordinary college student like me, this is a necessary inspection link.And there is no doubt that I have really returned to the time when I went to the Nameless Mountain.But is such a thing really possible?

In many stand-alone games I played before, players can choose to save and load files in the menu, even if the character they control falls down in the level, they can start over.Therefore, I once imagined that if I can file and read files freely in the real world, it is equivalent to innate invincibility.Many challenges with a slim chance of success, as long as the probability is not zero, can be challenged repeatedly until they succeed, which can be called a super cheater in life.From then on, everything depends on whether you want to do it, not whether you can do it.

And this cheating device is in his own hands right now?

If you want me to accept this obsessive setting, it's better to tell me that everything that happened before was a nightmare.But how can I admit that it was just a nightmare?Until now, my arms and chest seem to be stagnated with the aftertaste of the previous severe pain. Even the only echo of the extreme fear and despair echoing in my consciousness is enough to make me fall into an ice cave.

And, at the end, my face... my face and bones were mercilessly smashed and broken by the giant axe.I used to imagine how I would die in the end if I threw myself into certain dangerous situations, but as a human being, I would die like that... I belatedly noticed that my hands and feet couldn't stop Trembling, I think I can't even stand upright now.

At this moment, the train began to slow down, then stopped, and the door on the left opened.

In my opinion at the moment, this exit is no different from the mouth of hell.I don't want to get off at this stop, just let me go home, I want to sleep well at home and forget about this bad day.But it is extremely regrettable that my rationality has completely woken up at this moment, and I am still whispering coldly in my ear: I must get out of the car now, and I must confirm some things to prove that I have really returned to the past.

I grabbed the metal pole in the middle of the car to support my body, and dragged myself out of the car.

After that, I walked through the turnstile and the exit all the way, took a taxi to the foot of the mountain, and then entered the small shop last time.

I recalled what I did last time. I bought a few bottles of water in the store and put them in my backpack, and then walked towards the exit of the store pretending to be natural.

As expected, the shop owner stopped me "again", "Are you going to climb Wuming Mountain?"

This sentence, like an electric current, drilled into my spine.

"Yes." I said, turning around.

The store owner took out the photo from under the counter and handed it to me, "My friend's daughter, she disappeared on the mountain. If you see it later, can you do me a favor?"

"Okay." I couldn't tell whether I was scared or excited, first I reached out and took the photo from the owner of the store, and then looked down.

The person in the photo is the one who is very similar to the one on the front table, the appearance of the missing young girl.

This is the proof, the proof that I really went back to the past!

I have never encountered such a thing that undermines my common sense in my life.

After the owner of the shop finished talking to me about the "lines" like last time, I walked out of the small shop with mixed feelings, and checked the photos again and again.

The mysterious young girl who disappeared a month ago, the front desk who disappeared five years ago, and me "last time"...

If I hadn't encountered the mysterious time regression phenomenon, I would have been judged as an accidental disappearance by the outside world like the previous two.So, can we assume this: the young girl and the front desk—the two were just like me "last time", inexplicably deviated from the normal time and space, and when I came back to my senses, I found myself in the forest at night, Finally met and killed by that terrible black shadow monster?
After all, what is that dark shadow monster?Although I intuitively judged that it was a human being, it was clearly not a human being, right?Could it be the evil monster that haunts the forest described in some country tales, and that guy is responsible for the reason why I got lost on the mountain?
When I think of such a murderous monster wandering in the Wuming Mountain scenic area where people come and go, I can't just sit idly by.
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I used to yearn to be the protagonist in the story.

Specifically, I aspire to be a hero who punishes evil and promotes good, and I often fantasize about what I should be like after I have power.When I was rebellious in junior high school, I also became interested in the so-called evil aesthetics, and even silently agreed with some social Darwinist comments on the Internet, but in the end I found that I could not grow a hard heart.Sitting in front of the keyboard is naturally able to ruthlessly scold Fang Qiu, but it is really difficult for me to keep my face straight when facing the tears and cries that are close at hand.If I have superhuman strength, I'm more willing to use it to make people laugh.As trite and boring as that may sound, I seem to be the type to be trite and boring.

So I can't just ignore that black shadow monster.But what can I do?First of all, it must be admitted that there is a mysterious force that reversed my established destiny and brought me back to life through time travel.But so what?Do I know the details of this power?Do you know how it works?How can I guarantee that I will have a third life after my second death?
I couldn't show enough bravery, and I didn't have a reasonable way, so I had only one choice-to call the police.

This is obviously not the way for smart people.Unfortunately, I'm not really a smart person either.But I must at least fulfill my responsibility as an insider. Therefore, even if I am regarded as a delirious lunatic, I can only bite the bullet and walk into the receiving room of the Wumingshan Police Station to describe the cruelty of the black shadow monster and powerful.

I have also thought about whether I should provide a more realistic image, such as first finding the portrait of some fugitive murderer on the Internet, and then claiming that I witnessed him (or them) on the unnamed mountain, but this again constitutes a threat to law enforcement. disregard for the life of the victim.The speed and strength of the Black Shadow Monster are far beyond that of human beings. Judging from the explosive power that can cross a distance of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, his starting speed is at least 50 meters per second, and the limit speed is still unknown, but it is enough to provide this kind of God knows if ordinary bullets can penetrate the muscles of speed.

Sure enough, after hearing a few words from me, the person in blue uniform stopped recording.After listening, he said, "Your name is Li Duo, right? You are 19 years old and still in college."

"Yes."

"False reporting to the police is a disturbance of public order, and you will be detained and fined. If the school and parents know about this, it will be difficult to handle?"

"I'm telling the truth."

"Okay, okay, I'll let you go this time, you can go home." He said, "Besides, if there is such a monster, how did you escape? At least you have to be able to justify your story."

I didn't mention going back in time because that would have made my account less believable, but I had other excuses I had prepared.

The other party didn't wait for me to continue, and kicked me out directly.

"Don't make an example, otherwise I will really detain you." These were the last words he said to me.

But I'm not going to raise the white flag just yet.Because when I was trying my best to convince the other party in the reception room, I thought of another thing, that is, although this is the first time I have encountered a supernormal event in my life, what about the world and the country?

It is really hard for me to think that the incident on the Nameless Mountain was the first extraordinary event in the history of the world, and it happened to be hit by an ordinary passerby like me.On the contrary, if this is an extremely rare event from a personal point of view and commonplace from a national point of view, it would not be so unacceptable to be hit by me.Rather, I think the probability of this is higher.

Assuming that the country has a department to deal with such extraordinary events, and I am going around to call the police and spread the news, will it be possible to attract the attention of the relevant departments?
I want to keep trying.As for whether I can stick to it to the end, I don't know for sure.Maybe I'm just overwhelmed by the passion and sense of mission I don't know.Once you are really detained, you may regret your naivety and come to your senses.

Right now, I plan to go back to Liucheng, which is the closest to Wuming Mountain, and continue to report the crime in Liucheng.

While I was waiting for the train to arrive at the station, someone tapped my shoulder from behind.

Looking back, it was a man in his 50s, with gray hair and obvious wrinkles on his face, but his posture was exceptionally upright.Most notably, he was wearing the blue uniform of an enforcer.

Could it be because of my previous report?My heart is beating around the corner.

"Li Duo, right? I heard about you." The old man showed his official ID and said in a businesslike manner, "Follow me."

He put away his documents, turned around and left.I followed immediately.

I thought he would take me back to my office, but he just randomly found an open-air table and chairs in a beverage shop and sat down, and then motioned me to sit across from him.

"Do you trust my report?" I asked as I sat down, "Are you from a department that specializes in dealing with this type of incident?"

"I still need to confirm some details." He answered selectively, but seemed to acquiesce in my second half of the speculation.

Does such a department really exist?Somewhere inside of me started to itch. The setting of "the dark side of the country" not only has many realistic prototypes, but also has been enduring in fictional stories for a long time, so that it has become a kind of tacit romance.I was especially keen on this kind of setting when I was in junior high school, and it is hard to say that I have completely cured this complex today.

"You said that man who looked like a monster was holding an ax." He took out a pen and a notebook and asked, "What does that ax look like? Like himself, it is completely black, like a shadow." ?"

I stopped the waves in my heart and recalled calmly, and some details were dug out from my memory.

"No... not pure black. At least not the same as the black of his body." I tried to recreate the appearance of the ax in my mind, which was a bit difficult, because the light was so dim, and I didn't look closely enough. Looking at the specific details of the axe, "I can't tell what color it is, maybe it was originally silver, but it slowly oxidized to black, and there are many traces of rust on it, as if... soaked in the sea for many years, It was only recently salvaged…”

"So many years in the sea?" He suddenly stopped recording, "Why sea water instead of lake water or river water?"

His question was nitpicking from the inside out, but I can only answer honestly: "This is just a metaphor, I just said it casually. You can also say it is lake water or river water."

"I see." He nodded, "What was your first impression of him?"

I honestly replied: "The depravity is unbearable."

"Before he attacked you, he didn't do anything bad in front of you, right? Why do you think so?"

He was right, my feeling was irrational.If you think that guy's appearance is scary, just say it's scary, why do you say it's depraved?I carefully searched for my sincerity, but I could only give one answer: "I don't know."

"One last question, how did you escape from him?" he asked.

"When I was running, I fell from a high place, just below the branches and bushes. I was lucky not to be injured, and he didn't continue to catch up." I took out the excuse I had prepared in advance.

But do I really need to use excuses?I suddenly questioned myself.This excuse was fabricated to avoid reducing the credibility of the confession, and the person in front of me seems to be able to accept the existence of the black shadow monster, so it is not a problem for me to go back in time, right?

But that's going back in time.The Sombra is nothing more than a single threat, and the importance of time travel is quite different.Casually providing such explosive information to people suspected of being in the dark side of the country is a problem no matter how you think about it.

No, these are all high-sounding excuses... I have to confess to myself that the source of my judgment is neither for the credibility of the confession nor for self-preservation, it is all my greed—I I want to monopolize the secret of going back in time.

As long as I can monopolize the power of going back in time, is there anything I can't do?It is not out of reach to become a hero who punishes evil and promotes good, as imagined in the past.

It's still unclear whether time travels back and it will happen again!

He stared straight at me. Fortunately, my expression management ability is still passable, so I should not let him see my shame.After a few seconds, he looked at me and said, "That's what he said, what do you think?"

Is he talking to me?No, his gaze should be looking behind me.I wanted to look back, but I found that a pair of hands pressed on my shoulders first, and the flower-like fragrance was blowing from behind.

"There is no mistake, that ax is the 'Siren's Blade'." A female voice sounded from behind, "We have finally tracked down the 'Majin'."

(End of this chapter)